The case of the missing front door key

[westerveld]

Yesterday, Tuesday 1st July, I left my flat to head to my office in town, where upon arriving I discovered one of my front door keys had disappeared into the ether of London. I called the dentist, where in the morning I had a filling (so feasibly it could have slipped out into the chair whilst being manhandled) and was told it wasn't there, or at the fruit and veg shop next door. A similar story greeted me at Charing Cross lost and found and again at the East Dulwich ticket kiosk upon my return last night. Confronted with an impending, desperate attempt to get in and cursing my stupidity, I turned right out of the station and glanced for some reason at the bin just outside. Upon it was a key that looked remarkably like the one I had lost. I picked it up, hoping that it was, went to my flat and to my amazement a disaster was averted.

If you were the person that found my key during the day around ED station and put it on the bin, I can't thank you enough. Make yourself known, I will even buy you a beer (be even better if you were a single lady!!)

In all seriousness thank you, it made me see quite how much I love ED and its folk. Having only been here for 18 months, after spending the past 8 years north of the river, it makes me feel settled and at home.